The moon was there while the evening sprayed,
Dancing with her spices around them all;
It was strong, intoxicating,
Families left drunk of love they brewed.
He took an oath of the breeze,
Promised it will be better than this.
Father said he was too sure,
Mother echoed, "it was revealed",
Neighbors also affirmed
that he was an answered prayer.
A gentleman indeed!
The subject of maiden's gossip,
Flattery anteed,
They rendered their palaver.
His voice sobered like the chanter's flute,
His smiles bloomed so cute.
His lingual was similar to our colonials,
His flattery fixed a future out of our vacuum.
The sun stood over his values;
So our elders loved him.
They cried for joy,
For they said, ''help has come."
Every maiden seeks true love,
But she was after hope.
She seeks a lamp to find her treasure,
A hand that would raise her to full measure.
If her mister could only buy her hope,
She wouldn't grumble,
For love would be additional.
Our virgin bride married mister,
With the hope
to find hope to grow.
Her parents blessed their union,
And died thinking they've secured her a future.
If our bride is Nigeria,
And her mister is her leaders
Would you say she found Hope?
Truly, what tale can we tell the generations yet conceived?
What do we say?
